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Talkin Columbia Blues - Woody Guthrie
Well down along the river
Just a-sittin' on a rock
I'm a-lookin' at the boats
In the Bonneville lock

Gate swings open
The boat sails in
Toot that whistle

She's gone again

Gasoline goin' up

Wheat comin' down

Well I filled up my hat brim
Drunk a little taste
Thought about a river
Just a-goin' to waste;
Thought about the dust
An' thought about the sand
Thought about the people
An' thought about the land

Folks runnin' round
All over creation
Lookin' for some
Kind of little place

Well I pulled out my pencil
Scribbled this song
Figured all them salmon
Just couldn't be wrong;
Them salmon fish
Is mighty shrewd

They got senators
And politicians too
Just about like the president
They run every four years

You just watch this river
Though pretty soon
Everybody's gonna be
Changin' their tune;
The big Grand Coulee and
The Bonneville dams
Run a thousand factories
For Uncle Sam
And everybody else
In the world Turnin' out
Everything from fertilizers
To sewing machines
And atomic bedrooms and plastic

Everything's gonna be plastic

Uncle Sam need houses
And stuff to eat
Uncle Sam needs wool
And Uncle Sam needs wheat
Uncle Sam needs
Water and power dams
Uncle Sam needs people
And the people need land

'Course I don't like
Dictators none myself
But then I think the whole country
Had ought to be run by e-lec-trici-ty